can you see the mountains for the clouds?
I look down on this rural painted valley
and cannot distinguish
oh I know the sight well
Mount Airy rising like a throne
above all else
solid and stoic, like a rook
signalling a new state
the land of barren beige roads
the ones that reflect the Sun
in continuous arcs, like rainbows
leading us to golden shores
King Airy — the guide to heaven’s door
Copyright L.M. 2007. (written in Virginia a bit, mostly in North Carolina, on way to Florida.).
Later the same day of the asparagus man encounter, I went into a little shop because I had never been before. There was a little boy and his mom behind the counter generally occupying themselves with papers and toys. As I was passing them on my way out of the store, I heard the little boy ask:
“Mom, why is the ground moving?”
I think the funniest part was that I looked at the mother, who was nonchalantly answering his question (too quietly for me to hear), and her expression was completely unaffected, as if this was a normal type of question to be asked of a child standing on solid ground…..